These men have always played their games.
They've played them very well for hundreds of years.
Shoot! They wrote the freaking Playbook.
And they use it to catch many a fool on their hooks.She's on page number two.
For good reason.
I never really wanted one.
Matter of fact, the last thing I need right now is that type of woman.
Both they and I know the downfall of a powerful black man is to send upon him a beautiful white woman.Page number 1, everyone should read it,
it's about how their kind can conquer the world.
The 2nd page, I've seen it, it's about ensuring my people never get a foothold in this world.2 pages, the whole book.
It's a small book.
And they thought they hid it well.
But I was taught where to look—
another reason they're scared as hell.I've never been the office type.
And I don't really like office types.
They walk in there with pants, skirts and shirts so tight and are made to do things that ain't right.
Why you tapping the secretary when you got at home 3 kids and wife?!
"All in the name...., right?
Moving on up"Thankfully I don't have that problem.
I've been single most my life.
With my feet firmly grounded,
my head to the skies.But a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman.
One can't deny.
And if there were ever two people in this world who were made for each other it's someone like me and someone like her.That's why she's on page number 2.
She's effective.
And these men know it.Never been the office type.
"My office," it's a journey getting to it.
You'll seemingly walk for miles and still not be close to it.No elevators.
A tight skirt and heels?
Oh, it's gonna rip and those bunions you'll feel.Getting this far was impressive.
I asked her who the hell let you in.
But a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman.
Many doors get open."The boys let me in.
I'm your new secretary," is what I told them.Right out the Playbook, y'all:
The hungry wolves didn't work.
Now this.
Now they've sent her, in flip flops and spandex.I sat back in my chair, folder my arms and laughed.
A man such as I can do no else.